➡ The JailBreak Overlander writer shares his journey from Oregon through various states, visiting places like Fort Stevens and meeting subscribers along the way. He encounters a shipwreck from 1906 and enjoys the beauty of Oregon’s state parks. He also faces some truck issues and stops at Starvation Creek, a place with a historical story of a train trapped in a blizzard for 21 days in 1885. Despite some challenges, he enjoys his travels and the experiences they bring.

➡ The narrator shares his adventurous journey from Oregon to Utah, stopping at Starvation Creek Park and capturing footage for his YouTube channel. He experiences vehicle troubles, checks and tops off fluids, and deals with a problematic exhaust system. Along the way, he enjoys scenic views, sleeps at a quiet overlook, and encounters wildlife. Despite the challenges, he continues his journey, heading towards Montana and Colorado Springs, while dealing with hotel issues in Utah.

➡ The narrator had a troublesome journey due to a recurring exhaust leak in his truck. He was supposed to go to Montana but had to reroute to Colorado Springs for repairs, which took several days. Along the way, he faced harsh weather conditions. Once in Colorado, he met with a subscriber and her partner, teaching them how to use their new weapons safely, even amidst a hailstorm.

➡ I took two subscribers up a mountain to show them how to use their new weapons, but they left me alone. On the way down, my truck stalled due to a speed sensor issue, not low gas as I initially thought. I almost went off the pass, but a piece of wood stopped my truck. Despite the challenges, I enjoyed the adventure and asked viewers to like, share, subscribe, and comment on the video.

Foreign lot has happened but I finally made plans to pull out of Oregon and figure out which direction I was going in next. And I spent a lot of time doing this because I had a lot of people that wanted to meet up with me and I wanted to make sure I used my time as best as I possibly could and I plotted my course. I’m going to be going through upstate Oregon, Idaho, Montana, Colorado, down into Utah and then who knows? I’m not sure as of yet, but it’s been a long day. I am out on my travels out of Oregon.

I thought I’d stop at a few places and one of the places was Fort Stevens where there was a 275 line long four masted steel bark sailing vessel out of Liverpool, England that had wrecked there. The wrecked happened October 25th in 1906 as the ship struggled through a storm on its way to the mouth of the Columbia River. Luckily no ghost hunt, the ship remains. The entire crew made it safely to shore. But as you can see by the video, there’s a ton of people there at all times. And it’s also Fort Stevens and it’s also a you can come see it but give us money State park so I couldn’t get any drone footage but I waded in up to my waist with my keys and my wallet in my pocket to get this footage.

So I hope you enjoy it. Interesting fact about this is Captain Lawrence’s final toast to his ship was May God bless you and may your bones bleach in the sand. Pretty crazy right? So it’s 12:30 Wednesday afternoon. I got 100 miles under my belt. I said I left late but I didn’t really want to leave Tishanese but I did and I’m just outside of Portland and I just had to put the air conditioning on that hasn’t been on in a week because it’s that hot. It’s 90 degrees and I’m driving into the high noon sun so I hate running the ac but I’m old and I somehow while checking my nuts and re torquing I had my tires rotated yesterday.

So after 100 miles I got out and re torque checked the torque on all the lug nuts and then went under the truck and checked everything that could possibly be loosening up or floating away and somehow managed to cut my hand wide open. Didn’t even notice it until I looked down and it was dripping blood. Blood sweat and tears and happiness. Happiness about being on the road. Spending almost a week total with Ace and Tish was awesome. Going up in his chopper was awesome. Going down to the redwoods twice, going up and down the coast twice was awesome.

Oregon is badass and you don’t even realize how nice the weather is until you leave and just come out 50, 60, 70 miles inland and it’s like, oh yeah, it’s still July out west. So that’s where I’m at right now. I’m pushing to Montana through Idaho. I have a couple of subscribers to meet in each state and I’m still thinking about renting California, but they’re starting to lock it down again with the ridiculous mandates which will spread. But it makes me very reluctant to go there. So that’s where I’m at currently. So there, as they say, or as I say, is that so? This is one of my favorite parts.

I drove this last year. I’m driving next to the Columbia river and it’s just beautiful. Last year when I came up this, all the state parks were closed because of exactly the global pandemic. Right now they’re open. So I’m going to find a spot to make me some lunch because it’s 1:30 and all I ate today was an apple. So I’m going to find me a nice little state park because you can’t pull over anywhere. Any place that’s of any consequence is a state park and you need to pay them because home and oak free, land of the brave, etc.

Where the deer and the buffalo roam. You can find them at any rate. So I’m at one of the many state parks off of this road next to the Columbia River. And Oregon is beautiful, man. It just, it is ridiculous. You can stop anywhere and it’s beautiful, man. You see what I’m saying? This is beautiful. Train track, a little, very low bridge going over a badass. I’m going to say this is a brook. We’ll call this a brook. All right? And I’m from Boston, so we don’t even know what a brook is, so put a sock in it.

But that is phenomenal. I’m going to say this is a good place to have a, have a sandwich. So that’s what I’m going to do. So after opening up the back of the truck, which is a little bit like a Rubik’s Cube, you got to kind of swivel and smooth your way in there, which I do pretty good for an old fat guy just to get at the refrigerator, but it keeps burglars away for the most part. I had some seafood salad that I picked up the night before and I wanted to eat it because even though I’m on the coastline, I don’t trust seafood away from home, period.

Eating like this is perfect for me because I’ve eaten like a Viking my entire life and like I said, I’ve been single by design for quite a while. So I’m pretty good at eating with a minimal amount of dishes and pots and so forth and so on. I don’t need anything fancy, just high protein, low carbohydrates and as little fat as humanly possible because I’m already storing it like a hibernating bear, so there is that. So being from the east Coast, I was worried that seafood salad would be drastically different. But this is the second time I’ve got it and it tastes the same.

So if you ever wondered, now you know. And I love seafood salad and bread and butter pickles. It’s awesome. And yes, I eat and live like a Viking. So I’m still on Route 84 east and I had a slight problem with the truck. The road is terrible, so I can’t tell if for the last 30 miles the truck’s been vibrating or it’s just the road. So to be safe, I pulled over and strangely I noticed my rear differential was dripping diff fluid. I’m like what? So this is where I found to relax while I’m doing this.

So that does not suck at all. Now that little rushing stream was just the tip of the iceberg. Where I had ended up was Starvation Creek in Viento Ridge going into the Columbia river about 8 miles west of Hood river in the Columbia River. Gorgeous. This place has 186 foot waterfall. And the reason it’s called Starvation Creek is that a Pacific Express passenger train was trapped near the creek in a snow from a Blizzard for 21 days from December 16 to January 6, 1885. With 148 passengers on board, the Pacific left the the Dallas but failed in its first attempt to reach Portland Island.

On an attempt the second day, it was joined with a. It joined with a train from Umatilla, two trains from the Pacific Northwest, two from the short line and one from the ORN locals. The three engine Pacific Express traveled about two miles beyond Viento when it ran into a 25 foot deep snow slide. The train’s crew and passengers soon discovered they were blocked from behind as well. After many hours passengers and crews shoveling the blocking snow slides, the crew was able to back up the train over a trestle. News of the snowbound trains which had little food on board was reported daily in the Portland Morning Oregonian, and the train became the object of numerous relief attempts.

Before long, over a dozen rescue engines were scattered along the tracks as heavy snow kept falling. The train’s coal supply was soon exhausted and the wooden seats were burned for heat. With food growing alarmingly scarce, the conductor ordered most of the able bodied men to walk to Portland. About 80 men, many with their feet wrapped in towels, left the train in extreme blizzard conditions to make their way to the city. Many walked all the way to the to Portland, approximately 50 miles, and few stayed at Cascade Locks, about 11 miles away. Others caught up with the Portland shoveling crews and snowplows to hitch a ride back with them from Hood River.

A crew of men were paid 10 bucks a day to pack food to the trains. More than 800 men from Portland, working for 250 a day in board shoveled snow from the west end of the gorge. At about the same time, news stories reported that two passengers had starved to death and that small pots had broken out. Neither report was true. On January 6, workers broke through the last snowslide on Oneida Falls between Horsetail and Multanoma Falls. The Pacific Express, along with several trains that have been waiting in the Dallas, chugged down the tracks. Now with over 400 passengers and crew members aboard, the trains labored down the final stretch through Sullivan’s Gulch in Portland to the transfer ferry on the Willamette river and finally across to the river to the Ash street station.

The passengers who swarmed into the brightly lit ticket office had spent three chilling weeks snowbound on a railroad trestle on the Columbia River. The stranded passengers and crews were often cold and hungry, but no one starved, no one died, and no one was lost. The little stream near the place where they were trapped was originally called Starve Out Creek. It later became Starvation Creek. The area is now Starvation Creek park. And I got all this amazing footage with a Canon EOS R5 in super slow motion and sometimes not so much slow motion. But I literally almost killed myself trying to get phenomenal footage.

So I hope you enjoy it. And the history I just read to you was from the Oregon Encyclopedia. Links will be pinned in the description below if you want to find out more because it’s very interesting and those people were Americans. Sa if you’re gonna stop and let your truck cool down, this is the place to do it. You see what I’m saying? I do indeed see what you’re saying. But as beautiful as this place was, I pulled over for a reason and I Had to get to it because I did have to hit the road.

So once Again, in the 100 degree heat, I jumped under the truck and I started checking fluids and I topped off whatever needed topping off. My transfer cases had a slight leak in it for quite a while ever since I rebuilt it and put it back together in 2019. So I put a little royal purple in there, wiped everything down, double checked everything, and decided that the vibration wasn’t the truck at all, it was the road. But still, I’d rather check and be safe instead of sorry. So it’s 20 past 5 Wednesday afternoon. I just shut the truck down for an hour at a.

At a place called Starvation, Starvation river or Starvation Stream or something to that effect. Whatever it was, I don’t care what the name was. The road was so bad for so long, 84 east, it made me feel like something was loose under the truck. It wasn’t the truck, it was the road. But I don’t know that until I shut the truck down. Climb under there in the 99 degree weather and check, which I did. But the spot that I stopped at had the most magnificent waterfall ever. And if you were stupid enough to climb up the incredibly steep rocks that you could not keep under your feet because they kept sliding to get footage for your YouTube channel that most people don’t even care about, you could get bombass footage.

And I did. And it’s awesome. So if the road didn’t suck, I never would have stopped there. There’s your silver lining. You see what I’m saying? I’m almost to Bend, Oregon right now. It’s beginning to look a lot like U.T. you see what I’m saying? 7:30 Wednesday afternoon. And I’ve been pushing and pushing and pushing on the highway on the Washington, Oregon border. 84 East. And it’s been hot. So I’ve been running the AC and every time I get it up past 75 miles an hour, I get a strange smell. And I kept thinking just dude, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.

But then I kept thinking about me yakking in videos, how I always smell my truck this and that. So I’m checking to make sure nothing is burning or melting or the light. I used to have a windshield washer reservoir right here, but the massive exhaust leak that I had melted it. So now my little flare camera, now my washing reservoir is right there, which is awesome because I got so much extra space in the truck. And plus I don’t want windshield washer. So the exhaust leak melted my Front brake line and ate my washer reservoir. So that, as they say, sucks.

I’m in Oregon. This is just a great big empty hotel room. Totally. Why? It’s weird. Back home, this kind of shit’s boarded up out west, it’s just left open and people come in and they. Well, they do Illuminati stuff. That’s what I’ve been driving through for the last two hours. I was next to the Columbia river and it was beautiful. And now it’s just desert wasteland. So I wonder if that’s a house like Breaking Bad. They’re making meth in there. Who knows? I’m out. So I kept pushing on and it was all uphill from here, for real.

Plus it was getting close to almost 8:30, 9:00 at night. And I needed a place to park and I wasn’t finding one. This was just up and up and up. No services, no gas, no nothing. And then I finally saw a spot that said scenic overlook. And I didn’t know if that was a rest stop or what it was, but whatever it was, it was at the top of this mountain. And it did look rather scenic. And I was really hoping it was a place that I could pop my top, set my tent up and rack out for the night.

Because I was absolutely in the no man’s land between Oregon and Utah and nothing in between except 18 wheelers and serious climbs. And these climbs sucked because they all had hairpins. So I had to keep slowing down over and over again. But I made it eventually. And then of course, well, I just found the rest stop. And it’s not a rest stop, it’s a scenic overlook. But it does doesn’t say you can’t camp. And yes, I’m bleeding again. Twice today when I was pulling out my ladder, the little hooks on the top caught me right in the face.

I looked and I’m like, oh, at least I ain’t bleeding wrong. But check this, check this out. I’m gonna stay here because screw it. But look at this view. And even with 18 wheelers going by, it’s pretty quiet up here. And I want to see what this looks like when the sun isn’t completely obscured. This is a serious overlook. You might be able to see all the way to the ocean from here, I don’t know. But I’ll know in the morning at any rate. So when the morning came, I don’t know what happened to the footage.

That’s the problem with using four to six cameras, five GoPros, four drones. Sometimes you Lose it in the shuffle. But here’s some footage I took with a Nikon P950 as the sun broke through the clouds. Literally. Take a look at that. It was pretty amazing. And it was an enormous expanse. And it was a good spot to sleep from the night because it was quiet, quiet as could be. And using a flashlight at night, I could see all types of eyes looking at me while I was getting in my tent, which was kind of cool. Don’t bother me none.

At any rate, I gotta push on. I’m heading towards Montana. Correct. It is 7:30am I’ve already gone 50 miles. I just stopped and got gas. I checked all my nuts and bolts that could possibly loosen up because I am now at 4,000ft and I am heading into Idaho at some point. The next hour and a half, I’m told. So I’m driving and driving and driving and driving and driving for hours on end. Nothing to look at, nothing to videotape. Just driving and waiting for the next gas station to show up. And while I’m driving with nothing else to do except look out the windshield and listen to the truck, I notice a tick now, surely, surely this can’t be an issue with the exhaust.

It can’t be. I had a custom exhaust put in the beginning of the year. I just had this custom exhaust repaired three weeks ago. Surely this is not happening again. So it is Friday morning. Friday morning. And two of the flex expansion joints they installed on my exhaust three weeks ago on the 9th. One of them is already blown out. So again, I’m on my way to Colorado Springs because I want the same kid that worked on my truck to work on my truck again. And I just ordered two sets of flex joints from Summit Racing and paid for next day to get them shipped to Colorado Springs.

They’re supposed to be for turbo applications. This is insane, man. This is insane. This exhaust has cost me one week easy. 1, 2, 3, 4. Four hotel rooms. The gas to drive from Oregon to Colorado. It’s unbelievable. But I got this room last night and it’s, it’s, it’s a. It’s a joke. I’m in Utah. I’m in whatever. The guy’s name that discovered Mormonism. I’m in that town. At any rate, I get a hotel room and I said, she’s like, do you care about. I said, I don’t care about the beds. I don’t care about anything. I’m here to make a video.

All I care about, his WI Fi. She puts me in a room and I’m like, what is that noise? I’m trying to record and then the microphone’s picking it up. It’s a banging noise. Well, it’s a banging noise because right over there is apparently a 24 hour shooting range. And all you can hear in the hotel room all day and all night obviously are gunshots. So in the redwood video, if you happen to catch a few bang bangs in the background. Yeah, that’s Utah. At any rate, I’m waiting for this video to upload. It says two and a half hours to upload a 36 minute video.

We’ll see what happens. At any rate, I am out. So once again, once again, my entire planned route is ruined. I’m not going to Montana. Instead I have to go back to Colorado Springs. On a Friday. The muffler shop or any muffler shop isn’t open till Monday. Turns out I couldn’t get in till Tuesday. So my truck was down for Saturday, Sunday and Monday. And the slight exhaust leak that I caught was unbelievable. By the time I got to Colorado Springs, the truck was once again undrivable. So it’s noontime Friday. I am back on the road headed towards Colorado Springs.

I ordered two flexible two sets of flex expansion couplings for my exhaust. Two and a half inch. I talked to the guys at Bud’s muffler. They said order them, bring them and we’ll put them in. He said, I’ve never heard of one of these things failing. And I’m like, well, that’s why I asked you when you put them in, if you had any super heavy duty ones. He seems to have forgotten that. Whatever. My first 10 miles in the truck since it sat all night. And it rained last night so it cooled up a lot. Every time I come to Utah, I bring precipitation.

I know it’s. It sounds stupid or funny or whatever, but every time I come to Utah it rains and someone notices it. It’s strange. Whatever. Cool. The rainmaker. When I started the truck up, the exhaust leak is pronounced. It’s getting much, much wor. I had the parts next day, which means they won’t get there till Monday, which means they won’t get to it till Tuesday. And I hope they can come up with a different plan. I know he told me he had buds mufflers all over the country or the west coast or whatever, but I want the same kid that did this to do this again.

It’s the kid that I hooked up with the gratuity, if you recall. He did nice work. It’s not his fault that the expansion joints failed. I got the ones that are supposed to be able to handle a turbo. We’ll see what happens. So as bad as the weather in Utah had been, the weather in Wyoming was even worse. Wyoming was absolutely kicking my ass. 7,000ft wind advisories to 50 to 60 mile an hour gust and lightning. And my truck is limping now because the exhaust is really really leaking. Now I got no choice but to make it to Colorado Springs and I will.

At this point the exhaust is so loud and ridiculous I cannot even stand it. Now I can’t imagine that you’re the sensitive type if you follow me on YouTube. But in the next little segment there may be some obscenities because I have had it with this entire setup. I brought this to KG Performance. I told them the problem. They said they would square it away. They installed the expansion joints incorrectly, causing this entire scenario to have to happen. If they did their job right, this would not be happening. So this is my response. So far, Wyoming is kicking the out of me.

50 mile an hour wind gust. According to the signs. I can’t get past 65 miles an hour even going downhill. This sucks. The reason I’m doing this is because exhaust is again okay. Route 80 West east just kicked my ass. I’m at 8000ft right now and I’m gonna boondock or I’m gonna park. Against the rules. No overnight camping. I’m gonna hide behind the 18 wheelers cuz the wind up here, the wind is 50 miles an hour. I have to punch it going downhill. The wind so bad. I’ve had enough. I’ve had an absolute enough 200 miles.

I would kick the out of me. So this is where I’m camping for tonight. I haven’t eaten today. I just been driving because. Because my exhaust is again unbelievable man. And I don’t blame it on buds. They repaired it using the parts they use. Okay? They weren’t the guys that I gave the job to. They weren’t the guys that I said this truck eats exhaust. It’s supercharged. It has a header on it. You know what I mean? This all falls right on the head. And I can’t believe that we’re in episode six, seven or eight right now.

We’re still talking about the exhaust. Driving from Oregon, I was going to Montana until I discovered I noticed. I knew it. I could hear it. And now it just sounds like a Honda Accord all over again. So I got like three, four hours of driving to get to Colorado Springs tomorrow and Then I’m just gonna shack up in a hotel because these guys aren’t open till Monday. But I had parts next day from Summit. Two sets of these things for turbo applications and I got them overnighted or next day and I’ve already got the tech saying they ship.

So I don’t mind. I’ll just do Colorado now. You know what I mean? End of July is good in Colorado, so. So I’m good. Hit Moab in September. Yeah, that’ll work. Whatever. Listen to this exhaust. I made it to Colorado Springs before it completely blew up. But it’s bad. Yeah, it’s back. Yeah, it was back, but I made it. I traveled a long, long way in Colorado Springs was the smartest choice. Even though I was heading to Montana, I was basically going in the somewhat same direction. But here’s something many of you may or may not have known.

Some people do. There’s a reason I suddenly started making episodes that were 30 minutes or longer. They’re not just going to be on YouTube. So the fact that these guys don’t stand behind their work is going to be the worst thing ever. And it’s amazing to me that we are in episode seven and we’re still talking about the exhaust. It’s exhausting at any rate. So I had to wait till Tuesday for them to work on my truck. The parts that I had. Next day they decided not to use them at all. All they said, let’s get rid of these two expansion joints.

You already have a giant one under the truck and they don’t seem to be working out. So the truck’s fixed and I hook up with a subscriber and this is what that looked like. My subscriber and her significant other hit me up and wanted to go take out their new weapons and learn how to use them safely. Well, I knew somebody that was close by in Wyoming and I knew that Wyoming didn’t have any bands on magazines, so that’s where we headed. And it was pretty awesome. But my buddy’s property was way up a mountain pass.

9,500ft up a mountain pass to be exact. These guys were actually familiar with the area and I was not. But no big deal. Every place I go, I’m not familiar with the area, so nothing new here for me. Now bear in mind, we’re on private property and none of the weapons are mine. Obviously they belong to my subscribers, but I had no problem showing them how to properly handle them, seeing how I was top gun when I was in the military. So there’s that so we get to the location and she shows me what she’s got and I’m familiar with both of the weapon platforms.

No problem. I show her what to do. I explain the safeties and the importance of safety’s ear protection, eyeglasses, and to always point your weapon either up range up or straight down. I was amazed how well she picked up upon this. She said she had skeet shooting in her background, but never anything with a straight bow rifle with a extended magazine. We’ll call it, I’m not going to call it an assault rifle because that’s ridiculous. Her flat footed partner was a little bit different. California boy who stood flat footed as though he was waiting for someone to hand him a slice of pizza.

I wasn’t very impressed. But this young lady on the other hand, she took to it big time. Safety even when it started pouring out and then that turned into hail. Remember, we’re at 9,500ft and we have to drive down. She grabbed one of my raincoats out of my truck, truck, threw it on and continued to move like a Navy seal. It was phenomenal watching a mother of two exercising her second amendment right and actually training and seeking help in learning how to best use her weapons. It was phenomenal and it was my pleasure to do it.

Everybody’s got a raincoat that I gave them except for me. So that sucks. That’s the story of my life. I’ve many times given the shirt off my back even though I end up getting screwed. But here’s the deal. We’re in a wash, in a valley and we need to go down and the rain has turned to hail and it’s time to get out of there. And that’s just what we did. So two of my subscribers got new weapons and they wanted me to show them how to use them. So I said, sure, why not? I’ll never pass up a chance to shoot right.

They take up some. Take us up the mountain pass. We’re up 10,000ft now and have to. And we have to descend to 6,000. So that’s awesome. So it’s 4:00 and we just stopped shooting. And we’re driving down the mountain and I realized I haven’t eaten today. So Annie’s ravioli. I pulled over, I was starving so I had to. It is what it is, whatever. So the thing I didn’t mention when I stopped to eat, my two subscribers had already bailed on me. They just completely went down the mountain and left me up there. I’ve never been up there in my life.

And now I’m driving down a very precarious road that is soaking wet. If you look to the left and right, you’ll see the small river is running to the left or the right or right down the middle of the trail. And you’ll also notice the trail goes straight down on the other side. Side. Now I came around a very, very sharp turn cuz there was a lot of them and the truck stalled, meaning I had no steering and no brakes. The truck’s in four wheel low but only two wheel drive and this has never happened to me before.

So this was my response. So yes, the truck stalled coming down that incline because my gas is so low. My light wasn’t on yet, but my gas got so low that it ran out. Fortunately I got a little gas with me. The problem with that diagnosis is I wasn’t out of gas. It’s a speed sensor issue which I’m working on currently. But I didn’t know it at the time because the people that I took to show how to use their weapons bailed. They’re not even here, they’re gone. So that’s kind of cool at least I guess.

Coming around a super. Coming around a super steep corner and it’s like wow, the rubber. The RPMs are real low. The truck was stalled. No steering, no brakes. That could have been super ugly but it wasn’t. So all is well. So don’t shed any tears. We’re fine. This is my life. I love it. At any rate, getting gas. Look at these trees. These are those night birch or whatever they are that you find up at altitude. I’m at 9,000ft right now. Sure. I’ll show you how to use those bad boys. I’ve used them before later. Thanks.

Bye bye. Now the only reason in the world I didn’t go off that pass right there is from that big piece of wood you just saw. It stopped my front tire and the truck just happened to stop. Unbelievable. Because I would have went right down into that bush and there was nobody around. At any rate, if you enjoyed this video, make sure you hit that like share and subscribe and links to the other six episodes will be pinned in the comment section below. Leave a comment and I will try to reply. I am out.
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